Parry Gripp has been writing one-to-two-minute pop songs, two a week, since the beginning of the year, all available at his website. As he told me the other day, they're really starting to find a groove. (Not that the early ones aren't good, but a track like "Old Navy" rocks beyond its novelty lyrics.)
His latest is a sad song called "Soccer Ball (In the Face)." I don't know whether to laugh or cry. So I did both.